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Lilith

Lilith

Published Sep 11, 2025 Updated Sep 13, 2025 Poetry and Songs
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Lilith


Under a moonless sky, my mind’s a ragin’ fire,

Ruminations claw my skull, loops so dire.

Cravin’ obsessions, forgetting my name,

Alone in my thoughts with no one else to blame.


Me and my demons drag a long, lonesome trail,

Through rain, snow, or hail, they stick like a nail.

Heavy tracks mark my endless fugue,

Deep run the sorrow and the solitude.


Crossed plains, valleys, and forests like before,

Worn down to dust, I don’t enjoy it anymore.

Tired horse, beat rider, both draggin’ along,

Prayin’ this load don’t break us too long.


[CHORUS]

At a crossroad, she whispered my name,

Lilith swore she’d douse the flame.

To tame my demons, send ‘em to the wall:

Just a drop of blood, and I’m hers to call.


Small price to pay to ease my soul’s ache,

By a campfire’s glow, I sealed my fate.

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